Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.